Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry

A Set of Acrostics

I think you know how this works by now.

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Don't tell anyone but i see ghosts. they're

Everywhere--i'm drowning in victims, and

Annie says i'm crazy but she doesn't know what

Really happens when the lights go out. when the

Dark comes, they play.

It haunts my dreams, my thoughts--i can't get

Away from it all. all i want is to

Relax for once--i'm so

Young to have seen so much

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All that you could ever want, it's a

Ubiquitous mess of emotions, all

Twisted--love and hate and envy and comfort swirled together.

Under the canopy of fading summer, the leaves are an extended sunset.

Meals with family at the end of a long day

Nothing can beat this wonderful chaos

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Frozen for a moment, 

Everything becomes a crystallized nebula;

Vacillating ghosts hover, suspended like a flickering TV, they're

Ethereal in their

Relative realities.

Darkness spreads across the image

(Really a shame, too--they were such pretty bloodstains)

Eroding the memory of beauty.

Again, i am reminded of the capabilities of

My sadistic subconscious.

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Everything in sight is a different hue, and it gives me vertigo.

The water is black, the sand green and the marsh grass beige, while the stars have slipped into

Heather gray, their

Evening attire. it's really quite

Remarkable, the technicolor dreamscape you get when you've lost

Everything but the

Air in your lungs. this is a whole new perspective--watch out, 

Life, i'm coming for you.

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The truly terrifying thing is

How hopelessly hooked on

Everything in earshot I seem to be, it's

Evidence of my early

Nocturnal, nebulous musing; i

Don't dare defy these voices in my head